Denise,
You are mine, and I am yours. I’ve called you my own since the beginning, but this year you have discovered it for yourself. You radiate and beam like the sun at noonday because I am washing over every part of your life. I am so proud of you! Your dependence allowed to me teach you a new way of living; people are my heartbeat, and you get it. The “race” wasn’t about the World Race or traveling around the globe but about the journey of you wholeheartedly believing that you are loved beyond measure. You have read the Word, have met amazing people, interned with an unbelievably Kingdom-minded facility, attended phenomenal churches but lacked intimacy with me. Denise, I know and call you by name. I love you with all of me and that love is setting you free. It took many years and a lot of shed tears, but I am redeeming all of the ugliness that the enemy held you bonded to. The story that unfolds is a magnificent piece of art, and it will never be understood by man. I am the artist, and you are my masterpiece.
A year ago, you were seven weeks away from embarking on the grandest adventure to date. You were submerged with heaps of to-do list, and a slave to two jobs in order to meet the deadlines your way. When you finally removed your hands out of the pot, you witnessed my faithfulness first hand. I chose to use men and women that you disqualified. This was the commencement of our trust relationship. You had no clue where I would take you, and how much you would be forced to grow in patience, love, grace, and an abundance more of it. There were moments where your emotions made you believe that quitting was the better option, but that would have been a premature decision to the lessons that required your participation.
In January, you had a hissy fit because you weren’t prepared to have your world wrecked by a male contact, but my plans were well-thought out. I placed John and Pa in your life to redeem your perception of men. Before I called your father home, I brought it all full circle for you. I gave you a spiritual father in John and Pa, and I called your earthly one home to me. It was an exchange that drew you to the well.
Isaiah 58:11:
” The Lord will guide you continually,
giving you water when you are dry
and restoring your strength.
You will be like a well-watered garden,
like an ever-flowing spring.”
Your father’s death and the aftermath intensified your YES. I understand that it was not easy, but it was necessary. The enemy used this as one of his traps, but it would not prevail. Over the course of the next three months, you were broken. You were misunderstood and experienced rejection, loneliness, spiritual war-fare, and persecution, but you weren’t alone; I sat there with you. I was hurt because others were hurting you. The dryness in those three months bonded us together because what you needed was in my presence. I never left your side. I was with you through Daniel when he answered the initial call; I was with you through Megan when she called in Cambodia; I was with you through Cassie and the team when they consoled you; I was with you through the Floyd’s when they purchased the plane ticket, and again in Houston; I was with you through your mum; I was with you through Keisha; I was with you through every person that reached out and also, in the ones that left you hanging. I gave you an irreplaceable army of a spiritual family. Mr. Thomas was your prized possession, and he is smiling from ear to ear because you made him joyful to have you as his daughter.
Denise, I am using your pain to bring my people from all over the world back to me. You are learning and will forever continue to grow in loving people through. It’s painful, confusing, and dreadful at times, but well worth it. You are worth it, and people that you may never see again fought for you. Go and do the same for every individual you encounter. I have great things in store , so get in my Word and take me for it. Remember everyday is a new opportunity to answer the call. I will ask, and your reply will either be a yes or no. There is no in between because the sacrifice was far too great.
Get ready because I am taking you places you could never go on your own!
Love you Sweets,
Daddy God.
